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Saturday, May 10, 2014

Felicity Heaton's Hunger Blog Barrage

Hunger, the latest
book in Felicity Heaton’s vampire romance series, Vampires Realm, is now
available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release, she’s holding a
FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY at her website.

Betrayed by one of her own and turned into a vampire, hunter Eve is consumed by
her hunger for vengeance and has spent five years surviving hell, driven to
take the life of the man she once loved. But just as she is about to close in
on the hunter-turned-vampire, an event is set in motion that threatens to see
him slip beyond her grasp forever—the leader of her bloodline has sent an
escort to bring her to the family’s mansion. To a nest of the very creatures
she once hunted and loathes.

A vampire assassin hardened by centuries of
service, Tor is a man of discipline and loyalty, never straying from his
mission or the rules set out for him, and has purged all his weaknesses,
including his emotions.

But the moment he meets the broken, fiery
female he is to escort to Oslo, something dangerous awakens in him, something
possessive and powerful, and when he is pulled into a deadly game of cat and
mouse with the man who betrayed her, Tor discovers he will do anything to
protect the woman slowly claiming his heart and give her the vengeance she
desires—even break all the rules.

Can Eve embrace her new vampire nature in
order to have her revenge and find a reason to live again in Tor? Can Tor and
Eve stop the man who betrayed her and the deaths of thousands of innocents? Or
will he succeed in creating a new army of hybrid vampires who will rise up
against the purebloods?

A bolt of awareness shot down Eve’s spine
and she stiffened. Oneiric tensed too and lifted his head. Crimson fire
flickered around the edges of his dark irises.

“We have company.” The note of warning in
his deep voice said it wasn’t her escort.

Eve grabbed the two large hunting knives on
the round black table close to her and reached out with her senses, scouring
the area around the club. People were coming. Close to a dozen of them.

Vampires.

The double doors of the main entrance burst
open, the heavy steel panels crashing into the walls on either side, allowing a
rush of cold damp air to bring tangled unfamiliar scents to her. Behind her,
another bang sounded as the back door of the club shot open. Male voices poured
into the darkness.

Four ahead of her and seven behind.

She took a deep breath to steady herself
and flexed her fingers around the grips of the short blades to stop them from
trembling. It wasn’t fear making her hands shake. It was hunger. It gnawed at
her insides and clouded her mind, dampening her senses and stealing her
strength. She almost started to wish she had taken the animal blood Oneiric had
offered her on waking tonight, but she had been so angry about being shipped
off to Oslo that she had refused.

“I will handle the back,” Oneiric said and
then he was gone and she was alone in the dimly lit room, only a dozen tables
and chairs between her and the four advancing men.

Eve cursed her weakness and shifted her
booted feet, adopting a stance that was second nature to her, preparing for the
fight ahead.

The vampires emerged from the darkness,
golden eyes flickering with hunger as they landed on her and lingered.

Weaklings.

The same breed of bastard that had killed her.

A growl curled up her throat and she
launched herself forwards, leaped up onto a table and pushed off from the top.
She clutched both blades and brought them down as she descended, aiming
straight for the man leading the charge. He reacted in an instant, strafing to
his left, avoiding her attack. Eve landed in a crouch and immediately twisted
towards him, lashing out with the knife in her right hand as she hurled the one
in her left at the next man. That one embedded itself deep in his shoulder before
he could evade it and he hissed in agony.

She shot to her feet and slashed across the
first man’s biceps, cutting deep enough to feel her blade scrape bone, and
ducked as he swung at her with his claws, growling low in his throat. Eve
kicked forwards, rolled and came up behind the vampire with her other blade
embedded in his shoulder. He snarled as he pulled the knife free of his flesh.

She didn’t give him a chance to use her own
weapon against her. She swept her hand out, catching him across his throat with
her knife, and he howled in pain and dropped the weapon in favour of slapping
his hand over the wound on his neck and staunching the river of blood flowing
down it.

Eve exhaled hard and blocked the wild swing
another of the men threw at her. The first male’s fist slammed into her back at
the same time and propelled her forwards, into another of her attackers. He
grabbed her by the arm she held the blade in and hurled her into the black bar.
Her head connected hard with the brass rail around the edge of the curved bar
and pain ricocheted through her skull.

One of the men chuckled as she tried to get
her bearings and fought to stop her head from spinning. Her senses reached out
to monitor the men and her head cleared. She took her time pretending to gather
herself and pinpointed each of her opponents. The one she had cut across the
neck was still down, muttering black things to himself, detailing all the ways
she was going to pay.

Nothing he came up with was any worse than
what she had already endured at the hands of vampires.

The other three men were waiting. How very
chivalrous. She pushed against the bar and grimaced as her head ached, the deep
throbbing pain the result of more than her collision. Her hunger was growing,
roused by the heavy scent of blood in the air. It pressed her to feed, every
dark instinct she possessed demanding she take blood from the men behind her.

Eve shook her head and struggled against
that dark desire.

She turned to face the three men waiting
for her. The dark-haired one who had made her intimately acquainted with the
bar stooped and picked up her knife. She palmed the one she held and calculated
her chances of survival.

Slim at best.

With her head pounding and dampening her
senses, hunger riding her mercilessly and weakening her, she wasn’t up for a
fight against one strong vampire, let alone three. If the fourth chose to join
the fight, she was definitely dead.

Again.

Eve inched to her right, towards the open
space where she had been speaking with Oneiric before the intrusion. The sounds
of his fight carried through the darkness and her dull senses said that he had
already dealt with three of his foes. She had yet to dispatch one.

It marked the vast difference between them.
They were of the same pure bloodline and she should be strong enough to fight
these weaklings, but she wasn’t. She was weaker than these men before her, and
it was her own fault. She could have easily dispatched them if she had been
feeding. If she had been strong.

Her stomach turned at the thought of taking
human blood and she kept edging away from the men, buying herself space and
time. A fourth vampire disappeared from her senses. Oneiric was down to three.
If she could keep her four occupied while not giving them a chance to kill her,
Oneiric could make it back to her. She hated having to rely on him to fight her
battles, and knew he would use it to illustrate his point about her need to
feed, but she had no choice. She couldn’t die here. She wasn’t ready to go to
Hell yet.

The three vampires tracked her and the
fourth stumbled to his feet. He pulled his hand away from the deep slash across
his throat. It had stopped bleeding.

Eve turned with them, her back to the dance
floor now.

She readied her knife and called on her
senses, allowing them to stretch out and encompass the men. Silver lines
shimmered over their bodies, forming ghost versions of each of them. Those
ghosts moved, her senses predicting the paths they would take, giving her a
shot at taking at least one of them down. Three of them had multiple paths, a
blur of motion that made it dangerous to act on.

The path of the fourth, the one with the
neck wound, was as clear as night and he was about to make a grave mistake.

He disappeared from behind the other three
vampires, a shadow of movement through the tables. Eve waited for the critical
moment and then thrust her right hand in a sharp diagonal arc at her side,
burying her knife to the hilt under his chin. He gagged and cold wet gushed
over her hand and trailed down her arm.

Eve pulled the blade free and swept it
across his throat, throwing all of her strength into the blow. The knife cut
deep, severing his spine, and he dropped hard.

The remaining three weakling vampires
snarled and launched themselves as one at her. Eve did her best to block each
blow they threw, her forearms taking the brunt of their wrath, and tried to get
some attacks of her own in. They were relentless, driving her backwards,
crowding her and making it impossible for her to escape.

She bit her tongue to silence her cries as
claws cut and fists slammed, each blow weakening her a little more.

She couldn’t die yet. She needed peace. She
needed to make the bastard pay.

It couldn’t end here. Now.

A cry escaped her as sharp talons sliced
through her right biceps and she dropped her only weapon.

A deep male voice rolled over her like a
storm, his foreign tongue dark and sinister.

The three vampires crowding her eased back
and turned as one to face the newcomer. Eve withdrew, clutching her arm. Blood
spilled from between her fingers and the ever-present hunger grew worse,
bringing out her fangs as it demanded she taste the sweet, coppery liquid.

A fifth male melted out of the shadows at
the entrance of the club, a six-foot-five wall of lethal muscle and deadly grace,
his face obscured by the hood of his oversized black sweatshirt. Calm laced
with malice rolled off him and she felt his gaze flicker to her.

A hot shiver went through her in response
to the intense feeling, the incredible awareness that shot an arrow straight
through her heart and made the rest of the room fall away in an instant,
drawing every shred of her focus to him.

He calmly set his black duffle down on the
bar and strode forwards with purpose, his black army boots loud on the wooden
floor. She felt his eyes leave her. The room crashed back into existence and
air rushed into her lungs again.

The low lights flickered over the lower
half of his face, giving tantalising glimpses of firm, sensual lips and a
defined jaw. The corner of those lips quirked, a split-second shift that she
would have missed had she not been staring so intently at them.

Panic began as a low thrumming in her
belly, a turbulent swirling that made her take another step back for each one
he advanced, placing more distance between them. The malice and darkness he
emanated grew stronger and her instincts warned her away, screamed that she
stood no chance against this newcomer.

He was stronger than the other four
combined.

Stronger than Oneiric.

Her panic exploded into outright fear as
the man reached behind his back, whipped out a black pistol and fired off a
round, nailing the vampire she had tagged as the leader between his eyes. His
head snapped backwards, blood spraying from the gaping wound in the back of his
skull, and he fell into a table, crushing it under him.

The other two rushed the man.

They didn’t stand a chance.

He took the first out with lethal
efficiency, kicking him hard in the balls and then catching him with a diagonal
uppercut as he doubled over, snapping his neck.

Eve stood frozen to the spot, unsure what
to make of the deadly new combatant, and unsure whether he was friend or foe.

She hoped to God he wasn’t foe.

She wasn’t even sure he was a vampire. Her
scrambled senses said that he was but he didn’t fight like any vampire she had
ever met. None of them had used guns for a start, and none of them fought dirty
as this man did.

The remaining male bravely faced off
against him, brandishing both of her fallen knives.

It didn’t help him.

The huge male cupped his hands and stepped
forwards, nothing more than a blur as he closed the distance between him and
the remaining vampire. He slapped his hands over the vampire’s ears, the crack
as they connected startling her into moving, placing even more distance between
them. The vampire unleashed an agonised snarl and thrust with one of the
blades. The man sidestepped, caught his arm and twisted it hard, bringing his
other hand down in a devastating blow that shattered the bone.

The vampire’s agonised snarl became a
scream.

The man calmly grabbed him by his throat,
pressed his free hand against his face, and shoved forwards, snapping his head
backwards and breaking his neck.

Eve took another step backwards, towards
the door to the back rooms. Maybe she should have made a break for the exit
while the man had been occupied with neatly defeating three vampires in under
three minutes.

He advanced on
her, the sense of malice coming from him not abating. If anything, it was
getting stronger.

Hunger can be
read out of order with the rest of the series and is available from Amazon
Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other
retailers. Also available in paperback.

Find all the
links, a fantastic 6 chapter downloadable sample of the book, and also how to
enter the giveaway and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift
certificate at her WEBSITE

Felicity Heaton
is a USA Today and international
best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books
she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense
emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly
vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot
demons!

If you love your
angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you.
If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm
series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for
vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the
best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed
worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons
to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates
series.

If you want to know more about Felicity,
or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places: